Power

“Darling!”

This enthusiastic call reverberated through the house like a ray of light gloriously breaking through the clouds, taking the people present in the living room aback.

Taehyung became aware that the three pairs of eyes were giving him a death glare, the refined-looking man even pointed the gun at him again. Taehyung’s overexcitation cooled quickly. He looked gingerly at the only person not giving out a killing intent, TaTa’s “darling”, and tried to save the situation. Forcing a smile, he uttered: “…My dad always called me ‘darling’, he loved me very much…”

The man in the wheelchair declined to comment on the whole thing. He waved his hand at the gentle-faced man to stop his approach, his eyes skimming over Taehyung’s figure, and asked, “Well?”

“Well, I, well…” The man’s voice was cool and clear, very pleasant to listen to, but it made Taehyung’s hair stand up on the back of his neck. Frantically calling out to TaTa in his mind, he tried to save his life. “Well… I mean yes, I am Kim Junghyun’s youngest son, Taehyung.”

“How can you prove your identity?” The man continued to ask.

Taehyung swallowed and couldn’t help but look at the progress bar above the other party’s head. “Under the bed in my room, there’s a cucumber pillow with my ID card inside…” What was on his mind, though, was the situation of TaTa’s ‘Darling’—with the progress bar reaching 999.5, it seemed to be rather grim.

Just as this thought flashed through Taehyung’s head, TaTa finally showed up—he had started to suspect it of having a system freeze. It shrieked in Taehyung’s brain without any warning:

“…” Who are you calling your son?!

Taehyung knitted his brows in pain, feeling as if his brain was about to explode from TaTa’s wails. He reacted to TaTa’s words a second later, looking at his progress bar in shock.

—It really was 998.5, he didn’t hear wrongly!

Just a short while ago it had only reached 960, so why… Taehyung’s heart stopped for a moment. Breaking out in a cold sweat, he gaped at the man in the wheelchair, who was watching him indifferently, as if looking at someone already dead.

I’m done for.

TaTa puffed out its chest proudly.

Receive your power? What power, the heck you’re talking about?

Taehyung was doubtful, but before he could inquire further, the mountain outside the windows trembled. There was a faintly discernible sound of an explosion, and the ground shook.

Holy… shit…

Taehyung was struck dumb with astonishment and he exclaimed in wonder: “TaTa, so you were this powerful…”

TaTa refuted. It continued in a small voice,

Then what happened just now?

Taehyung’s mind was in chaos. Then he glimpsed the progress bar belonging to the “Darling” from of corner of his eye; it seemed to flicker faintly as if filling up. Startled, he turned his head fully to take a closer look. His heart sank—it was really rising bit by bit!

Taehyung’s ability to calm down in the face of danger played a role once again—he looked around quickly and noticed that a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling was swaying gently. Without stopping to think, he grabbed the man’s legs and shoved the wheelchair back with all his strength, rolling away at the same time.

Creak.

The next moment, the chandelier broke loose.

Bang!

The chandelier crashed into the floor and shattered, some of its broken pieces hitting Taehyung. Across the room, the wheelchair pushed away by Taehyung slammed into the sofa and toppled over, throwing the man to the ground.

“Master Jungkook!” When the refined-looking man who was outside contacting his subordinates realized something happened, his expression changed. He dropped his cell phone and ran towards the fallen man.

TaTa let out a shrill scream in Taehyung’s mind.

Taehyung stirred, hurting all over. He said in a weak voice, “Don’t shout, I’m not dead…” Turning his head towards the sofa surrounded by an anxious crowd, he managed to catch the sight of the man through the gaps between people. He forced a smile at him and finally felt at ease: the man’s points dropped by half. It seems that this ‘Darling’ of TaTa had much better luck with emptying his progress bar than Taehyung…

The smell of disinfectant was overwhelming. Taehyung opened his eyes and saw the person sitting beside the bed. He couldn’t help but frown and grumble, feeling pained. How come this scene feels so freaking familiar?

Today, TaTa’s voice was full of vigor. Taehyung turned his head resignedly and looked at the man.

The good-looking man, who changed into a patterned robe that resembled blue and white pottery, appeared to sense his gaze. He looked up and opened his pale lips, speaking with a voice that was still cool and pleasant to listen to: “Taehyung, my name is Jeon Jungkook.”

What were Taehyung’s options? He could only nod politely and say, “Nice to meet you.”

“Mm.” Jungkook acknowledged his words, then once again dropped his gaze to the tablet pc he was holding.

One minute, two minutes… After five minutes passed, it was clear that Jungkook was not going to say anything more. Taehyung couldn’t take it any longer: “Uh, yesterday…”

Jungkook raised his head.

Taehyung looked at his unhealthy and pallid face, which still seemed entirely too handsome, and said, “We live in a harmonious society, it’s better to abide by the law. You shouldn’t play at being a gangster, it’s too dangerous…”

“Pfft.” Gua Two, who was guarding the door, couldn’t help but snicker.

Jungkook glanced over at him, then put his tablet down and said, “I am not a gang member.”

Only then Taehyung realized there was someone else in the room. He smiled sheepishly and started to grumble in his mind: The hell you aren’t! That gun and explosion yesterday, and the whole talk about the contact point and hidden base—if you people aren’t a criminal syndicate then what are you, the military?! Wait, the military… He couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

“I’m not from the government either.” Taehyung’s thoughts were written on his face, Jungkook saw through him at a glance. He put the tablet pc next to his pillow and said, “You should rest.” After that, he maneuvered his wheelchair out of the room.

Gua Two smirked and waved goodbye to Taehyung, following his boss out.

The room became quiet. Taehyung was baffled: “So why was he here? He waited for me to wake up just to introduce himself?”

TaTa was full of exhilaration:

“…” Aren’t you far too biased towards your Darling?

The tablet pc that Jungkook left behind was completely new, with only some system software installed. Taehyung looked it over, more and more perplexed by Jungkook’s actions. Seeing no one else in the room, he stealthily opened the software download center and searched for the mahjong app—he has been scared witless last night and needed to take things easy for now.

He ended up “taking things easy” for five days.

During this time, except for the close-mouthed bro delivering the meals and the doctor who came to change the dressings on his wounds, Taehyung hasn’t seen anyone else. He also couldn’t leave his room.

“What exactly is your Darling planning?” No matter how good Taehyung’s temper was, he was close to losing it.

TaTa asked in a guilty voice,

Taehyung wrapped himself up in the blanket, refusing wordlessly.

That evening, Taehyung finally met someone else—a handsome young man who had been accompanying Jungkook that day.

“I’m called Gua Two,” the man introduced himself with a friendly smile. He put a bag on the hospital bed and said, “Change your clothes, I’ll take you to dinner.”

Taehyung got up in silence and took the bag to the bathroom. After five days, he was finally let out for fresh air.

Following the man out, Taehyung kept observing the surroundings secretly and did not speak, Gua Two seemed to be a talker though. He took the initiative to pick a topic: “I was told you are the new owner of the Daesang Corporation?”

Taehyung glanced at him and nodded, then shook his head. “Daesang has nothing to do with me now.”

“That’s right, your company was snatched by your eldest brother.” Gua Two smiled and cheerfully twisted the knife. “You’re pathetic.”

“…” If the original ‘Taehyung’ was here right now, this would make him burst out crying.

Gua Two still felt it wasn’t enough. He continued, “I’ve also heard that when you first met Master Jungkook, you called him ‘darling’ and touched his legs?”

Taehyung shuddered. Recalling that his progress bar filled up almost completely after Jungkook heard that word, he frantically shook his head: “It’s not true, I didn’t, it was a misunderstanding.”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, everyone loves beauty. Master Jungkook really is so tempting it should be a crime. Still, those who dared to even think about him like that…” Gua Two paused deliberately.

Taehyung was simple-minded enough to swallow the bait and asked nervously, “What, what happened to them?”

Gua Two’s face became unfathomable. His line of sight slowly moved down, stopping three inches below Taehyung’s navel, and he made a snipping gesture with his fingers.

Taehyung winced and instinctively crossed his legs, feeling a bitter taste in his mouth. Turning pale, he tried to vindicate himself: “Brother, you really misunderstood, I like girls…”

Gua Two’s face sank and a small gun appeared in his hand. He asked in a menacing tone: “You mean to say Master Jungkook doesn’t look better than women?”

“…” This person’s face changes instantly, as if in a Sichuan opera! How could I ever think he was friendly?!

“Huh?” Gua Two cocked the gun.

Taehyung weighted his options and decisively flattered: “No, no, I didn’t mean this. Your Master Jungkook is obviously more attractive than most of the girls, he is really—“

Gua Two suddenly stopped, all emotions on his face disappearing instantly, and slid open a discreetly elegant door beside him. He bowed gracefully and said in a polite tone, “We have reached the dining room, please go inside, Mr. Kim.”

Jungkook, who was sitting on the tatami mats inside, leaned on the table filled with food and drink and asked: “I’m really what?”

Taehyung: “…”

TaTa exploded:

Taehyung also felt a sudden violent impulse, but he only said in a low voice, “Gua Two, I know you are envious that I touched the legs of your Master Jungkook, but it was in order to save him… Oh, but even if you like the same sex, it’s fine. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, I won’t treat you differently.” He patted Gua Two on the shoulder, hard.

TaTa secretly added a strength-raising buff to Taehyung’s hand.

Gua Two’s face contorted from pain, but he did not dare to throw Taehyung’s hand off. Turning to look toward Jungkook, he explained emphatically: “Master Jungkook, I was just joking, who knew Mr. Kim would take it seriously…”

“Go punish yourself.” Jungkook coldheartedly ignored Gua Two’s suddenly miserable face and beckoned Taehyung over. “Let’s eat.”

Satisfied, Taehyung released Gua Two’s shoulder and added with a smile, “You’re pathetic.” Gua Two revealed an expression as if he was forced to eat feces. Taehyung, proud of taking revenge, triumphally stepped into the dining room and sat opposite Jungkook.

Notes:

In case you missed it, Taehyung and TaTa are talking inside Taehyung’s mind. TaTa doesn’t exist physically (that’s why it’s an “it” – no gender). Even though the author tends to describe TaTa’s actions, it’s not as if Taehyung can see it performing them; he just has a feeling that “TaTa did something”.

“Gua Two” [卦二] – it’s a code name.

Jungkook has no idea about the death progress bar. Also, the progress bar doesn’t cause the danger, it only shows how dangerous the situation is—it’s like a speedometer.

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